Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.